With desire I reap my heart,
Mended, broken, all apart.
The women, sires of the lake.
My soul and body theirs to take.
Dream of me, slumber be,
With mind, open, oh so free.
Harness all the wills and wants.
With all the worlds flaws.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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